"It's a pity that girl has no intention of practicing martial arts, otherwise she would be a genius of a generation."
"You need her help, it's like a blank book filled with all kinds of words."
“What you should do now is to blend these words into one and make them your own.”
What Zhao Yin said was not complicated. Zhao Yan listened attentively and nodded solemnly.
"My great-grandson understands."
"Lazy again!"
Seeing Zhao Yan stop what he was doing again, Zhao Yin gave him another trick.
The latter was in pain and had to sweep the floor constantly.
"The Celestial Realm uses the power of heaven and earth to implement its own methods. At this point, the only difference between the Celestial Realm and the land-based Divine Realm is luck."
"There is a lot of luck in the world. If it is taken over by the old, newcomers will have no chance."
"So only the rivers and lakes where the waves behind push the waves ahead can be full of vitality."
"But you are different. The things that all warriors in the world long for are useless to you, so you can only walk your own path."
"But luck is useless, enlightenment will definitely be useful. Just sweep the floor here today, and you can't leave until the effect is achieved."
Zhao Yin gave a long speech. After finishing his speech, he turned around and walked into the Baixian Hall regardless of whether the place was dirty or not.
The door closed with a bang, and Zhao Yan dropped the broom in his hand.
What's the use...
He always gets stronger by listening to reading.
If you want to become stronger, sweeping the floor is useless. You have to go back to Qixia Town and listen to Wang Yuyan study.
Zhao Yan sat down on the ground, held his hands back, and exhaled forcefully.
A gust of wind immediately blew on the ground in front of him, blowing away all the original dust.
The already clean slate became even more spotless.
Zhao Yan sat in shock, not understanding the meaning of sweeping a song like this.
If he is like this clean land now, shouldn't he have to cleanse away all the content Yan'er read?
But I have already memorized it, so it cannot be forgotten.
What's more, if you forget everything, there's no guarantee that you won't become a useless useless person again.
Zhao Yan only felt that the ancestor had a bad idea and had no constructive opinions at all.
Just sweep the place that is worthless...
With no inspiration at all, Zhao Yan sat on the ground staring at the ground in boredom.
I saw the ground that had just been swept clean a while ago, and now a dead leaf floated from nowhere and landed lightly on the ground.
But after only a short stay, the dead leaves were blown away by another gust of cold wind.
Zhao Yan frowned, as if he had gained something but was uncertain.
There are dead leaves falling constantly, and although the cold wind can always take away some, it can't keep up with the speed of falling leaves.
Not long after, a layer of withered yellow leaves fell around Zhao Yan.
When he came last night, he didn't realize that there were so many fallen leaves on this road. It had already passed the early winter. What tree was still losing its hair?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't help but want to turn around and see where these leaves came from.
But at this moment, the dead leaves suddenly turned into butterflies, attacking him crazily.
Zhao Yan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the ground to avoid the butterfly's attack.
With the palm of his hand flying, hundreds of butterflies were easily shot down by him and turned back into fallen leaves.
"Sweep the floor well, if you continue to be lazy, you will no longer be a butterfly."
From the Western Zhou Dynasty, Zhao Yin's slightly reproachful voice came.
Zhao Yan suddenly looked towards Xizhou and finally saw a clue.
It turns out that I didn’t know when I entered the state of mind again...
This unpredictable method really made him feel frightened.
With his current strength, he didn't even notice when he hit the road!
The power of the Heavenly Realm on land is evident.
He suddenly remembered Zhang Laodao, who could travel far and wide, and he really underestimated him.
At least with Zhang Sanfeng's strength, he can definitely defeat Zhao Yin.
After gathering his mood, Zhao Yan picked up the broom again and finally began to sweep the ground meticulously.
……
……
Time flies.
The small area in front of Baixian Palace had been cleaned countless times by Zhao Yan.
He no longer cared about what he was scanning.
Sometimes it is dead leaves, sometimes it is falling snow, and there are also raindrops and sunshine.
In short, whatever falls on it, he will sweep it away.
The things being swept are changing every moment, but the bluestone slabs in that area remain the same.
Days and nights passed, and Zhao Yan finally realized some truth.
From something to nothing, and then from nothing to something.
What remains unchanged is the foundation of eternal existence.
He somewhat understood the meaning.
You are the bluestone. What you want to keep on your body is up to you.
Although Yan'er left a lot of content for him, when it came to him, the content became messy and disorganized.
One day these contents will become dust on the ground and serve no purpose.
What he needs to do is to classify and organize these contents so that they become embellishments and are permanently embedded in the foundation, rather than being swept away like garbage.
As for how to do it, he still had to figure it out slowly.
But this sweep... Zhao Yan didn't know how much time had passed.
It feels like spring, summer, autumn and winter have all gone through again, as if a year has passed.
"Grandpa, I figured it out! Let me out!"
Zhao Yan kept moving his hands and just shouted loudly towards the sky.
He knew that Zhao Yin must be paying attention to him, so he had to do his best.
Sure enough, after a while, the palace door was opened, and Zhao Yin, who looked like an old man, strode out.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! You are so stupid! Next time you come back, you must bring the girl named Yu Yan with you. I will accept her as a closed disciple!"
As soon as Zhao Yin went out, he scolded Zhao Yan.
This understanding, if it weren't for the Book of Heaven, how could it be as strong as it is now.
"That won't work. Yan'er is my default wife. If you accept her as your disciple, what else can you do with your seniority!!"
Zhao Yan immediately objected and there was no need to discuss the matter.
"Grandpa, you dare to object to what I'm saying?"
"Hehe, everything else is negotiable. It's about my wife. This is absolutely not okay."
"Hmph, it's not up to you."
Zhao Yin snorted disdainfully, stretched out his hand and pushed Zhao Yan on the shoulder.
The latter felt like his whole body was shaken and was violently photographed back to the real world.
Baixian Palace is still Baixian Palace...
Everything around him was the same as when he came.
The only difference is that the broom in his hand is back in Zhao Yin's hand.
Hasn’t time changed at all?
Zhao Yan looked at everything in front of him in confusion.
"Don't worry, it's only been an hour. If you have anything you want to ask, feel free to ask. I've been using the secret technique for too long this time and I have to sleep for a while."
Zhao Yin's voice became a little weak, as if his body had been hollowed out.
"If you weren't too stupid, I wouldn't have to use the secret technique to make my days seem like years."
He complained again, with an expression of 100%25 disgust.
Zhao Yan made a helpless expression and spread his hands.
"You can just go to sleep. My great-grandson now feels that I should stay less involved in the affairs of the Immortal Society. Let's wait until he becomes stronger."
"You kid can be considered self-aware."
Zhao Yin laughed twice, turned around and walked into the hall.
Seeing the palace door close, Zhao Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his hands and opened them, looking intently at his palms.
He murmured to himself after a long time.
"it's time."
……
After leaving Baixian Hall, Zhao Yan returned to Qinzheng Hall.
After reading the memorial for the whole day, Zhao Lu finally had time to talk to him.
"What did great-grandfather tell you?"
"I didn't say anything, just gave me some pointers. I originally wanted to ask him something, but I finally thought about it."
"Why don't you ask?"
"Sigh, I used to think very highly of myself, but now I realize that I'm really not that good."
Zhao Yan played with his fingernails casually and answered casually.
Old Man Tianji insists that the gods on land cannot know too much.
He was dissatisfied before, but now he agrees.
"Fifth brother, don't be discouraged. Your qualifications are good enough and you will be able to stand at the top one day. I firmly believe this."
Zhao Lu thought he was frustrated and quickly comforted him.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan smiled interestingly.
"Brother, do you think I am someone who would give up easily?"
"That's right. I'm just being sentimental for my brother."
"is a bit."
"You're such a shameless guy..."
The two chatted casually, and time flew by.
Soon it was dinner time, and Zhao Yan thought it would be troublesome to change places, so he had the imperial meal moved to Qinzheng Hall for enjoyment.
Just when the two of them sat down to eat, a eunuch came outside to report that Fan Shenzheng was outside the palace asking for an audience.
The eunuch looked strange when reporting, as if he hadn't finished speaking yet.
Seeing this, Zhao Yan showed a sneer on his lips and buried himself in his food.
However, Zhao Lu was a little confused.
After all, when Fan Xiwen usually came to see him, he would always rush in boldly and boldly. He never waited outside the hall so politely.
He turned to look at Zhao Yan suspiciously, and when he saw him lowering his head and saying nothing, his mind immediately changed and he understood that this matter was probably related to his fifth brother.
"Please invite Mr. Fan in quickly."
"According to the order."
The little eunuch followed the order and left. After a while, Fan Xiwen, shirtless and with a bundle of firewood tied to his back, staggered in.
He looked weak, as if the bundle of firewood had almost killed him.
But Zhao Yan could clearly sense that he was full of yang energy, which was obviously too much for a healthy amount.
But this scene seemed a bit shocking to Zhao Lu.
Why did the dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty suddenly become like this?
"Master Fan...what are you doing?"
"Your Majesty, I have done something wrong to Prince Qi, and I have come here to apologize for it!"
"Well...since it's your business, I won't care about it."
Zhao Lu borrowed the donkey from the slope and chose to stay out of sight.
This stumped Fan Xiwen.
The reason why he chose this time was because he had to get the news from many servants in the palace.
The purpose is to hope that with Zhao Lu taking care of him, this matter can be reduced to a major issue and a trivial matter, so that he can get through it calmly.
Unexpectedly, the emperor would be so unloyal...
After clearing himself up in a few words, he actually left it to himself to eat.
Zhao Yan snorted coldly and continued to ignore him.
So both of them turned into food lovers, leaving Fan Xiwen alone and embarrassed.
"Come here, give Mr. Fan a pair of chopsticks."
After all, it was Zhao Lu who couldn't bear to see his valued ministers being left out in the cold, so he shouted at the palace gate.
Fan Xiwen's face showed gratitude.
At this time, Jian Shou was the savior.
"I thank you, Your Majesty."
The sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing.
Since Zhao Yan still ignored him, let's talk about it after dinner.
Fan Xiwen also has a temperament that can be taken up and put down, so it's no big deal.
The meal was eaten in silence, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.
Even the eunuchs and maids attending the palace gate looked at each other and exchanged unusual information with their eyes.
Zhao Lu rarely ate alone. He often invited his ministers to eat with him, and he would talk loudly and openly about state affairs at the dinner table.
Fan Xiwen is now a frequent guest who is left to dine, and she has no idea what to say.
Therefore, in the Song Dynasty Palace, there was no rule about eating without speaking.
Therefore, this rare quiet moment may make people feel a little uncomfortable.
Although Zhao Lu verbally invited Zhao Yan to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas tonight, neither brother was extravagant and wasteful, so this dinner was simple.
Now Fan Xiwen was added to the mix, and it didn't take long for him to finish the meal.
You can be silent while eating, but it would seem a little strange to remain silent after eating.
Naturally, it was impossible for Zhao Yan to speak first.
Zhao Lu originally wanted to open his mouth to smooth things over, but Fan Xiwen spoke first.
"My lord, if you want to kill or cut into pieces, just give me the right word. This is too uncomfortable!"
"Hey, when Mr. Fan stabbed someone in the back, why didn't he think that Mr. Zhao would also be upset?"
Zhao Yan wiped his mouth slowly and sarcastically said.
Seeing that he finally spoke, Fan Xiwen's face was filled with joy even though he was ridiculed.
"If the prince is unhappy, then come and take it out on me, but you must not ignore important matters!"
"Hey, don't pressure me with national justice. I'll just run a small business, but I can't support so many parasites."
Those self-respecting commanders who lead the army are, to put it harshly, parasites.
When Zhao Lu and Fan Xiwen heard this, they also felt that the term "parasite" was used particularly well.
It was clearly the power given to them by the imperial court, but they used it as their own reliance to suck the flesh and blood of the Song Dynasty.
There are no more shameless people in the world than these people.
"Since the prince knows that they are parasites, he should find a way to get rid of these people."
"I, Fan Xiwen, am really a scholar. If I had any skills, I would love to pick up my sword and chop off the heads of these people!"
"But now the Song Dynasty is surrounded by foreign enemies, and the army really cannot withstand chaos...Although these people are bad, they are so bad at the wrong time..."
"Your Majesty, I am the villain who made all the mistakes first! Your Excellency, if you don't remember the villain's faults, just let this one go."
Every word Fan Xiwen spoke was sonorous and powerful.
In any case, he did not have any selfish motives in doing this, but was dedicated to serving the public good.
Speaking of which, the Song Dynasty belongs to the Zhao family after all. It is the Zhao family's blessing to have such good ministers.
Speaking of this, Zhao Lu could no longer remain silent.
"Fifth brother, what Mr. Fan said is reasonable. If you want to argue that he is wrong, it is Brother Wei who acquiesces. If you are really angry, just vent it on Brother Fan!"
"Your Majesty, you can't do this!"
Zhao Yan frowned, looking at the tacit understanding between the two, and curled his lips speechlessly.
"I'll let you finish all the good things to say. It's just me who is selfish in co-writing."
"If you want me to tell you, it's over once and for all. I'll take the first one after you kill him."
